what does measure want? does it break bread with number
and line? does the pith
of my tangent sup with the asymptotes of desire? do the proclivities of distance factor in the absence of sound, the ableness of reason,
the tug of rubbled song? and
do the expunged remnants of number
count, and if they do, does measure
collect its sandbrushed feet and rush towards
unmeasure, sea?
do the expunged remnants of number
count, and if they do, does measure
collect its sandbrushed feet and rush towards
unmeasure, sea?
Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 